My sister decided that to take and post a photograph every day.
It seemed like a good way to force...self-encourage creativity. But I don't take photographs.
This blog will be my daily[ish] writings. Some days I may write poems, some days I'll write phrases or sentences. Since most of what I post here will probably fall into some category of poetry, I must quote Paul Valery, as he accurately stated that, "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." So everything here is a work in progress.
This was written for a prompt at Big Tent Poetry about revising an older poem. This is a drastic revision of a poem I did about a year ago. Actually, less of a revision and more of a new poem based on the old. It's from a different point of view than the original work, which you can find here, excuse the poor formatting. I couldn't get it right for some reason. Also, see the old poem below.
A home will
Eventually fall into forgotteness.
The wooden joists
Splinter off into breezes and rain.
The doors will
Fall away from their frames.
The floors will
Turn to grayed dust ruts.